Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.